Cheating Season
By year four of our marriage, Scott had picked up a college girl—Gigi.
Bright, beautiful, full of life. She had him, a billionaire, eating street food and chasing after her favorite esports player.
Scott called. "Not coming home. Watching Joel Arnoult's match."
Beside him, Gigi scoffed. "That boring old woman—does she even know who Joel Arnoult is?"
They had no clue.
The second the call ended, Joel had me pinned in the back of a dimly lit car. His teeth grazed my neck—sharp, teasing, a little painful.
"Leila, if I win, how are you gonna reward me?"